Things to do in your spare time #40

REZ DOG

My  son dropped off his" Rez". (Navajo reservation dog of indeterminate pedigree. Looks like a  small version of "Marmaduke"  but not so bright and oh.. a wicked skinny tail.) OUCH! dog  to our home yesterday.
Seems she ate a chicken. TWICE.  That means two chickens in the span of two weeks. Ex husband and wife are not happy.Banished!
 Thus, a new  dog at our house who really has no clue as to why she has been dropped off to a home with no chickens. Alas, the first day was difficult. Whining, whimpering, looking out the window. Constant movement, agitation.. Jeesus , relax already!.
Finally.. Acceptance of what is.
 My question is. Why can't I do that?. One friggin day?

 Jeez if only it would take me a day to accept what the day brings,.  SIGH.... It is now 9pm. the next day.

 My Rez dog lies sleeping next to the " Jack" who rejected her for 24 hours.
They sleep soundly. The "Jack" snoring softly. Tucked nose to hind quarter on the expensive monogrammed bed pillows.

BLISS.  I say.

 Bliss..

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY...

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY

What have you done lately?

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It has been a long time . Life has occurred. Shit has happened and I have been.. thinking.

Yesterday I met with my oldest and best friend. Going on 30+ years strong. Her daughter is in a coma. She ate a peanut laced cereal. Anaphlyactic shock. You can visualize the rest of the story. Her daughter lies in a vegetative state in a rehab home for children. 14 years old. She weighed 137 lbs. Now she weighs 113. Her hands have curled inward. Her feet rigid like a ballerina on point.
 My oldest and best friend made an appointment with yet another neurologist. Same diagnosis. No help really. So, she reaches out to other forms of help. You know. The psychics, the spiritual healers, the ghost busters. The medical profession afterall, does not have all the answers. She prays, not hourly, but second by second. She writes in a journal, she cries. They tell her that they see her daughter healthy.In their visions  she has gained weight and is talking. Grown older still. But, They say she feels dizzy.  She feels.. discomfort.The medication and her massive brain injury makes her anxious and afraid.
 They whisper to my oldest and best friend. "Its up to Anna and God." Not you . Not the Doctors. Not the Caregivers.
I wrestle with this.

And I think. What can I do for my oldest and best friend?  Really.
 She suffers.  Tiny increments at first that too soon enlarge and engulf.

I have no answers do you?